All Work and No Play
" Angel " she purred, and pulled free from his strong embrace." Your making it extremely hard on me ".
His soft brown eyes twinkled with amusement.
" Yes and your making it extremely hard-on for me. See ? ".
He stepped back, revealing the tented front of his velvet robe. Slowly like a master unveiling a work of art, he pulled lose the belt and opened the robe, exposing his growing erection.
Tempted, Buffy eyed him for long moments. Angel was the most appealing hunk of a man she had ever seen. Not that she had anything to compare too, still she knew that no other man could be as perfect as him. Just over six foot of sculptured flesh, tapered waist, slim hips, muscular thighs, with hair the color of chocolate and a face that had taken her breath away the first time she had gazed upon him. The five months that they had been together since the night of her birthday had done little to erase her fascination and consuming need for him.
" Put it away lover " she sighed in resignation, and gathered her notes from the bedside table " I’ve an essay to do. We’ll play later. I promise ". She threw him a dazzling smile, gathering her bag she walked towards the apartment door. Her full hips swaying provocatively beneath the blood red dress, that she had chosen specifically to tease him.
Angel was always unable to resist her when she wore that color. Hell Angel could never resist her in any color.
Like a dutiful puppy, Angel followed, the pout evident in his tone as he spoke : " work, work work…..I want to fuck, fuck, fuck ".
" It’s daytime " She said over her shoulder " go back to bed. I’ve got a deadline to meet. My essay has to be in tomorrow or Snyder will have my ass ".
He caught her arm, swinging her around, pulling her close, crushing her breasts into his bare chest. " He’d better not have anything of yours " he growled good naturedly, and pressed his mouth on hers. As they kissed, she could feel his hardness pushing into her belly, silently begging to be touched. For another moment she wavered, a demanding warmth rushing up from her loins, filling her with an intense desire. Reluctantly she broke away and gave a friendly squeeze to his hard-on.
" Angel you are insatiable ".
He frowned " I’ve waited two hundred and forty something years for you… that’s a lot of frustration to have built up."
" I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight " she said with a smirk " Mums away again..so come to the house ". With that she turned and walked through the door. Leaving Angel and his raging hard-on behind. With a small grimace Angel headed for a cold shower, promising himself that tonight she would pay for leaving him in this condition.
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Buffy sighed with relief, hitting print on the computer, she stretched muscles tense from the hours she had spent typing up her history paper. Unaware that Angel sat quietly outside her open window. He had never, in all his dammed existence encountered a more beautiful or unconsciously erotic woman. While diminutive- around five-three- her luscious body belied her size, consisting of soft curves and voluptuous endowments. Her smooth unblemished skin was the color of honey. Her breast were full, rounded peaks that strained at the material of her dress.. As her exquisite profile stretched her golden hair gleamed, like his memories of morning sun, radiant even in this artificial light. As he watched her he could feel himself thickening in the light blue jeans she had bought him. She had recently renovated his wardrobe with something close to ecstasy, adding splashes of color to the dark hues he usually wore.
He was amazed as he realized that he could not remember the faces or bodies of any of his previous lovers, and in his time walking the earth there had been many. She had erased all previous memories, filling his mind with images of her. The mere thought of her enthusiastic performances in his bed caused his cock to blossom into a full-blown erection. He wanted her desperately, right then, right there.
With a graceful movement he jumped through the window and had shedded most of his clothing before she had even turned around to see what the noise was. Turning her beautiful hazel eyes on him, she smiled at the bulge contained within his boxers. " Want something ? "
" Yeah, you "
" Later, I just have to recheck my essay for mistakes "
He rubbed the persistent throbbing between his legs. " No, now " he demanded, a hint of a growl beneath the tone.
" No way, Angel " she murmured. Buffy returned to the printer, grabbing a pen she began to make corrections on the essay.
With studied nonchalance he moved behind her chair, peering over her shoulders and down the front of her red dress. Sometimes the height difference definitely had its advantages. As she breathed, the soft swell of her breast filled him with new urgings. With the lightening speed of a striking vampire, he shoved a hand down between her warm breasts, relishing their fullness.
" Angel " she complained , still reading " you promised you’d let me finish my homework".
" You work to much " he said softly and cupped one full breast, loving its weight in his cold palm. Bending down to nuzzle her neck, he inhaled her sweet aroma- like a garden of roses on a summers day. It reminded him of her core, making his borrowed blood simmer.
Still reading, she arched her head back " I have to do this. Just like I have to slay vampires "
" Yes, but all work and no play….. " With a fingernail he flicked at one of her nipples, pleased to feel it hardening at his touch. He pressed the hard bulge contained within his boxers onto the back of her head and demanded " How long ?"
" About nine inches , if I recall correctly " She said crisply and continued to make the final corrections to her work. He jerked his hand free of her breasts and spun her chair round to face him. Standing directly in front of her, he began tracing the length of his erection with his fingertips.
Buffys attention caught, she ceased reading, staring at him with wide eyes. He yanked free his hard on and pulled back the skin from its glistening head. He bobbed it at her, a lustful sly grin on his darkly handsome features. Buffy eyed the end of his pointing dick, noticing the small drop of moisture which gathered at the tip. It was that speck of fluid that sent her resolve crumbling. She bounced out of her chair, flew to the door and closed it, before turning off the main light. Leaving only the bedside lamp and desk lamp to provide illumination. She turned leaning against the door " Angel, take them off ".
*****
" Angel take them off "
Willingly he obliged, pushing them off his trim hips and stepping out of them. Proudly he stood, letting her drink in his aroused beauty. He had always known that he had a body women liked, he had used it many times to his advantage in his distant past. But he had never been as grateful for his looks as when he saw the admiration and desire reflected in his loves gaze. " Now you " he ordered.
Still standing by the door, she gathered the hem of her dress and vigorously pulled it over her head, flinging it aside. Naked she stood before him, she had stopped wearing underwear at the weekends to save time (and to stop the items from being shredded ). Her skin a contrast of shadows in the lamp light, her rounded, full breast heaving, the soft triangle between her softly rounded thighs beckoning him like a moth to a flame. His eyes darkened at her breathtaking beauty, and his erection grew even harder.
" Come here " he crocked.
" Show me " she breathed " that position you were telling me about. Show me now."
Needing no further encouragement, he fell forward onto his hands and pressed into a handstand. Buffys slayer athletic abilities combined with his vampiric ones meant that they had no trouble exploring positions that other lovers wouldn’t be able to get in to, let alone sustain. He walked towards her on his hands, straight to her feet. Opening wide his legs, he placed one on either side of her, his feet against the closed door, well above her shoulders.
She reached between his legs, grabbing his stiffness, pulling it towards her mouth. She only needed to bend her legs slightly, the huge differences in their sizes allowing them to achieve this position with a minimum of effort. Slowly she lowered the center of herself to his waiting upturned head. As his tongue slipped into the already wet lips, she sucked on the head of his engorged penis, tracing the hard ridges expertly with her tongue. His own tongue was working pure magic, jabbing at her clit so well that finally her knees buckled with the pleasure. This in turn upset his balance and they fell as one onto the bedroom floor. Laughing together, they kissed lightly, exploring the taste of themselves on each others tongues.
Rolling her over on to her back, he fell between her upraised knees, and plunged deep within her. With a deep sigh of contentment, she locked her legs around his waist and pressed his firm chest into her soft mounds " Ahh Angel " she groaned " fuck me, fuck me, fuck me….".
Angels vampiric stamina and endurance never failed to amaze her. Although she suspected he had been able to go on for hours even when he had still been human. He teased her, alternating between slow, easy strokes and powerful lunges that reached deep into her innermost core. The previous night he had rammed into her for two and half hours straight before her climaxes had ceased and her sore centre had ceased to drip in lust. She knew however that it would be over much quicker tonight, both to aroused to prolong the inevitable.
Quickly she began to peak, an exquisite anguish rising within her to almost unbearable heights. Like a sudden clap of thunder she came, drenching him in a shower of her fluids. Her scream of release muffled as she bit sharply into his neck.
Still pulsing within her with inhuman speed, Angel raised his head from the hollow of her neck and grinned in satisfaction " Score one for you, yeah "
" Yes, yes " she groaned.
" I play hard when I’m behind " he growled and lowering his head, raced to catch up by shifting his hips into an even higher gear. Buffy could only cling to his taut frame and ride out the strokes. With a loud growl he bit into her , his gentleness a direct contrast to the fierce thrusting of the lower half of his body. She crested again as a wave of pleasure crashed through her from his double invasion as he finally climaxed, filling her body with his dead seed.
They clung to each other, murmuring endearments, each relishing the other and the feeling of contentment and belonging they found in their embrace. As her breathing returned to normal, Buffy could feel his cock, still buried to the hilt within her, thickening and growing again. Slowly his hips began to move. " Angel enough for now " she admonished playfully, and, with a shove, managed to push him off her. Scooting out from under him, she weakly scrambled on her knees towards the essay left on her desk.
He followed, also crawling. Like a dog in heat, he pressed his nose against the softness between her legs. Using his long tongue to lick away the combined juices that were smeared there. With a sigh, she pulled herself up onto the chair, reaching for pen and paper.
She glanced at him. He had sunk back onto his haunches beside the chair, his brown eyes locked on her intently, his hard member standing proud.
" You are too much " she sighed in appreciation, and with a flirtatious smile slid of the chair and into his waiting lap….
The End